Volume One, Chapter 28: This Is the Baby I Carried for Seven Days and Gave Birth To!

In the end, Su Yixue agreed. She rose and led Xia Yang and Yadina toward the office. She could not identify the girl herself, but it would be simple enough to let Shirley sniff out the aura surrounding the little girl. Under the curious gazes of their colleagues, the three of them made their way to the office. Moreover, the palace was not a place just anyone could enter; keeping her there privately was a grave transgression.

Rongrong’s fur, usually sleek and glossy, had lost its luster and become a tangled mess, causing the creature to emit a dissatisfied whimper.

The one who called out was Feng Yan. I hadn't seen him when I first arrived, so he must have been standing guard in the shadows; he only revealed himself when he spotted an unfamiliar face. This confirmed that the assassination of Chang Cheng was real—after all, in the past, those burly men had always been by his side like vajra guardians.

Given what they were witnessing, even the older maids felt their legs go weak: what Mi Xia had done could no longer be described as merely shocking.

If I were the one planning the operation, I would definitely choose to attack between two and three in the morning. Choosing this time... could it be that this is just a feint?

"It seems we sects will be at the bottom of the rankings again this year," an elder of the Sword Imperial Sect said with a bitter laugh.

After speaking, I turned and called out to Ren. Immediately, the swarm of Gejia retreated in terror, revealing Ren’s figure.

The mansion was too gloomy and oppressive; it was like a prison that caused those within to numb and lose themselves unknowingly, even forgetting that a wider world existed outside, viewing that confined house as the sole soil for their entire lives.

Outside, soldiers were everywhere looking to capture us, so running out was clearly unrealistic, and since the people we were fleeing from were upstairs, going up was even more impossible. The most desperate question was: why run at all? Had Dong Zheng suddenly transformed into a three-headed, six-armed monster that caused them to lose all confidence at a single glance?

Even if you granted him a thousand favors, as long as one thing did not go his way, none of the good would remain in his heart; he would only hate you for failing to help him. He would never consider your perspective for even a moment.

Bai Daping had been in the garment business for most of his life. Quick to catch the subtext, he realized A-Jiu’s idea was brilliant. He immediately asked A-Jiu to wait, dashed upstairs in a flash, and returned just as quickly, followed by a man dressed in lotus-colored robes.

Aimo was still considering how to report the matter of the Dark Moon Cult to Gulista when Wujiang rushed into his mansion in a panic, accompanied by Funik.

Within the wall of light, the lingering spirits of Tu Yinglong and Xuanyuan Yebai gradually took human form, becoming increasingly solid, their features clearer and their aura more profound.

Father had considered everything so thoroughly for her. A-Jiu’s nose soured, and tears began to fall.

In the air, a somewhat transparent humanoid creature appeared; this was the true form of those from the Spirit Realm.

The old white ape, grateful to Zhang Ruyun for saving it from danger, had not struggled and was easily captured. Seeing its benefactor questioning its malice, it hurriedly waved its hands, its face full of grievance, desperately trying to explain. Unfortunately, its larynx had not yet refined, and all that came out were the chattering sounds of a beast, leaving the meaning unintelligible.

Just as A-Jiu was reminiscing about the good old days when she could go out wearing hot pants and spaghetti straps, her sharp eyes caught sight of a towering ancient tree in the courtyard ahead. Beneath the tree stood a pavilion, and she immediately decided to go there for a rest.

"Hahaha!" Feng Wuqing, unable to accept this image of—uh, the Great Emperor!—burst into unrestrained laughter. Beside him, Lu Qiao’er offered a gentle smile, evidently just as incredulous.

Yu Lingfeng dashed out with lightning speed, yet even then, he maintained the innate grace of an antelope. Having lost the lingering warmth of the mountain goat, Wujiang felt the pain in his back amplify ten-thousandfold; every second felt like a century.